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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by Wild Dreamer » Sat May 12, 2012 7:23 pm

BEAUTIFUL NIGHT
================
Magnificent display
of God's created sky
stars scattered in silver sparkles
from dark horizon to the end of everywhere
and anywhere

A windstill night
Not even the whisper of a breeze
to lift the autumn leaves
clinging to branches slowly drying out
as they fall asleep
for a season

The river is running low
its summer song is quiet now
only the hippos splash and shout and tease
impalas on the banks run wild
as they prepare for battle
and the deep throated hoot of a pair of owls
can clear be heard

In the distance the echoes of a lion's roar
fade away too fast to capture in a memory
and the night falls
into total, deafening silence

As always, always,
the warm glow of completeness
wraps itself within one's soul
A sense of strength
discipline
peace
wholesomeness
goodness
quality
comfort
nestles deep within

Forever so thankful
for nature
where values are restored

And the splendour of a beautiful night
lasts long
for it is not only in what the eye perceives

It never fails to feed the soul...

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by onewithnature » Thu May 24, 2012 5:18 am

Here is an example of a poem I composed in a flurry of mirth after visiting an eatery in Fourways. Certainly not anything deep from the recesses of the soul, but indeed a quick idea that needed formulation so that I can have a giggle of nostalgia every time I read it:


FREEBEE

An eatery to wade in food,
A base where gluttons thrive;
A street café for chic and clique,
A buzzing, bustling hive:

For bees were supping too their fill,
From mayonnaise and honey;
And clustered on the jam-pot lids,
And sipped ambrosia runny;

This airforce of the dumbledores
Did whirl and hum and drone:
Till, hastily, we gulped the last,
For, tarrying peril-prone;

My daughter twinkled with some mirth:
“You have the heebie-jeebies?
No matter – with each doughnut bought,
They'll contribute two freebees!”
EVERYBODY'S TR!
TR: A NEW DAY IS S-OWN
TR: NECTAREAN NICETIES OF THE NORTH
TR: PRIMEVAL PLEASURE

"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." (Groucho Marx)

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by lion queen » Mon Jul 09, 2012 11:50 am

Image


SUNSET

The sun has set for you
In so many colours
You were still so young
And full of life

I look at your children
And wonder if you can see them
How they’ve become grownups
There is so much you’ve missed

The days go past so quick
And I sometimes loose track
Because it still feels like yesterday
That you were still here

But when I see your children
On the brink of adulthood
I wonder how many plans you had
And if any came true

If you had one moment
To change today
What would you change
What would you say??

italj 7/7/2012
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough - Mae West

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by lion queen » Thu Jul 12, 2012 9:14 am

CHILD OF TODAY

When you were small
I could easily hold you
in my arms
When you cried
I did not know what you wanted

Now that you've grown up
I don't get to hold you
in my arms
Now when you speak
You make it very clear what you want

italj 12 July 2012
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough - Mae West

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by lion queen » Mon Aug 13, 2012 7:45 am

You

You, who think you are king
You, who think you are better than the rest
You, who think it's okay to step on those under you
You, who use and miss use people and think it's right and your right
You, who only think of yourself
You, who doesn't do unto others like you want to be done to you
You, who sleep without worries of what has been done today
You, who say without thinking
You have broken a soul today...............

italj 13/8/2012
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough - Mae West

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by salamanda » Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:40 pm

I have a pair of Cape Robin-chats nesting in a flower-pot on my verandah. They are raising two babies;

Mr and Mrs C Working for Life

Sharp:
of eye; of beak; of stiff, pointy feathers which are
Bright:
Of tail; of eye; of tiny active brain working
Fast:
A hop; a stab; a worm-wriggling flight to start the
Nurturing
Of huge gapes begging for more; more; more; more.


The C family


Image

Adult on nest


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Nestlings


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Mealworm treat
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Unread post by SANParks Moderator » Sun Sep 30, 2012 3:52 pm

Dear all

Unfortunately the moderators have needed to remove certain posts in this topic that do not comply with the forum rules; namely Rule # 4.

4. The Forums' language is English. If you post something in any other language, please provide a complete translation of your message within the post.


The moderators wish to encourage all these wonderful creative juices to continue to flow and so ask that those who have posted prose and creative writings in languages other than English and not provided a translation, contact one of the moderators and provide a translation so these works can be returned to the forums in the very near future.

As soon as the translations are received, the works will be returned to the forums. In the meantime, they are being kept safely on file.

Thank you in advance for your co-operation.

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by onewithnature » Wed Aug 27, 2014 2:13 am

SONNET FOR AIMEE

And as the purling streamlet weaves its way,
Convivial with gurgling, swirling joy,
Meandering exuberance at play
Cascades, insteeps my heart – though somehow coy,
Until my soul commingles with her eyes:
Rich chocolate owlet-orbs that deep intrigue;
Whereafter my felicity a guise
Adopts, that thrusts it to a hallowed league.
For, Aimee, merchant of mesmeric charm,
Of merry mirth and effervescent zest,
Yet lake-like tranquil, dulcet, salving, calm,
Enraptured nonpareil, sublimely blessed:
No daughter could of higher treasure be,
No father could a finer child foresee!


A poem which I wrote for my incomparable daughter who has blessed me in innumerable ways.

(Copyrighted to the author known by the pseudonym of onewithnature on the SANParks forums. No reproduction without permission.)
EVERYBODY'S TR!
TR: A NEW DAY IS S-OWN
TR: NECTAREAN NICETIES OF THE NORTH
TR: PRIMEVAL PLEASURE

"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." (Groucho Marx)

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by wildflowergirl » Wed Aug 27, 2014 12:39 pm

Slowly the winter cold seeps away
Small blossoms bring the hope of spring
joyful birds serenade the day
the soft calls of the burchell's coucal
makes us look forward to the first rainfall

In the dark velvet nights
stars shine so bright
with the cheerful night song
harmonizing plovers and thick-knees
and far off in the distance we hear so clear
the small nightjar gracefully calling
"Good Lord, deliver us".

Spring melt into summer
more resonantly declared
by Woodland Kingfishers with pretty turquoise flare.
The sweltering hot days cooled down
by scarily impressive thunderstorms

The soft pastel sunrise of a new day
announced by cheerful chattering guinea fowl
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart

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Unread post by salamanda » Thu Sep 08, 2016 7:10 pm

I thought I'd bump up this thread just in case anyone is struck with new ideas . . . .

Winter

Mid-winter, and a throbbing dryness.
Pools are mostly cracked mud, and dry trees form woody grey filigrees
Framing mud and sky.
Elephants in the riverbed.
Seeking, they dig down with tusk and trunk, smell-directed to hidden water
And suck it up, ten litres at a time, spraying cracking skin for comfort when sated.
Measuring need in their own elephantine way, they leave others to use their liquid gift.
Midwinter; survival is hard.

At the waterhole’s cracking rim
They come in ranks – the impala first - sipping daintily, jumping back, tails flicking white warnings
Of unseen perils;
Wildebeest next
A quick, nervous, striped, chocolate jostle, a slurp, and they are gone.
Nyala bring reddish flanks spotted and striped with white and lean down to lip the water, a swift fill and they too move on;
Rhino, irascible and snorting, giraffe, grey duiker and then scurrying warthogs; the groups wait and move in turn.
Even need does not break rank.

Sun bleaches soil and sky.
The zebra are late. Dark muzzles spiked with hairs reach down to sludge-filled holes, nudging each other out of choice spots,
Sucking through long teeth;
The scummed surface of churned mud yields viscous drops of almost-water, enough for today’s survival but not to slake thirst;
And muzzle to muzzle, soft lips receding, they draw in more, striped faces washed with the long winter rays;
Hot breath steaming gently from nostril to nostril as they draw in each other’s essence and nudge one another’s lips from the last mud bubble.
They don’t fight. They don’t let the hovering, still needy warthogs back in yet, but they don’t fight.
Could we do the same?

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by wildflowergirl » Fri Sep 16, 2016 1:05 pm

I wrote this poem a few months ago. :D


On a sweet crispy Fall morning
under a bright blue sky
a little seed fell to the ground
pushed into the earth by feet trodding over
till no longer it a trace of it could be found
Deep under the dust, still it lay
hibernating
Throughout the cold winter months
drinking in the few dew drops
and every last little ray of sun

Slowly but surely
A little root grows out so lean
and by the time Spring comes around
It pushes out a brand new colour of green
a new plant sprouted
and drinks in the early spring rain
till it grows a beautiful crown
which turns many a frown
into an appreciative smile
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart

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Unread post by wildflowergirl » Fri Sep 16, 2016 1:07 pm

and this one, about a year ago. :D

Slowly the winter cold seeps away
Small blossoms bring the hope of spring
joyful birds serenade the day
the soft calls of the burchell's coucal
makes us look forward to the first rainfall

In the dark velvet nights
stars shine so bright
with the cheerful night song
harmonizing plovers and thick-knees
and far off in the distance we hear so clear
the small nightjar gracefully calling
"Good Lord, deliver us".

Spring melt into summer
more resonantly declared
by Woodland Kingfishers with pretty turquoise flare.
The sweltering hot days cooled down
by scarily impressive thunderstorms

The soft pastel sunrise of a new day
announced by cheerful chattering guinea fowl
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart

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Unread post by salamanda » Wed Sep 21, 2016 9:37 am

Sometimes I find it hard to depict things that are lovely because my heart is heavy. I have just been reading a FB post by Wild Vet and this is the result.

Loss

Winter sun highlights dust-motes and wispy clouds of tiny flies
Hovering over mud-knobbled skin whilst
A miniature replica leans into the rounded bulk of the mother’s flank as they doze,
His tiny bump of not-yet horn tucked down in the shadow.
A sharp crack and they are both up,
Whirling and sniffing, ears pricked and swiveling;
Three bull elephants ghost past the clearing and disappear among the spiky, leafless trees;
And on the faint breeze, a smell.

As the sun sinks they are on the move, baby safely behind her bulk, ears alert, head swinging.
The mother feeds as they go; pendulous lip selecting leaves and twigs;
Baby feeds too from the warm, swollen, milky teats below.
Another crack has them spinning round facing different ways,
Ready to charge;
The bushbuck leaps past them, going nowhere in the flickery late afternoon light,
And the smell becomes stronger.

The mother heads for the thicket and its darker shadows spiked with thorn,
Top branches gilded with the low fingers of evening light,
Illusionary in its comforting safety.
The infant abandons exploration and presses close, sensing . . . something;
The smell is all around and the mother stops and stares at the not-quite rhino figure on the ground
Whilst the little one trembles.
Red life has seeped from it and the face . . . no. Something is wrong.
The essence of Rhino is ripped from its profile. There remain only the faint unheard screams and streams of pain dripping through the air like tears.

There remains only another loss that will resonate through the earth.

Another loud crack and she turns, nudging the baby away, and they run into the darkness,
Run - not knowing whether there is safety ahead – into the night that is no longer theirs.

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Unread post by wildflowergirl » Fri Sep 23, 2016 4:44 pm

That piece you wrote is also beautiful in its own way. Sometimes we use writing (in its various forms) to help us deal with whatever is heavy on our hearts. :gflower: :D
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Unread post by Mischief » Tue Sep 27, 2016 8:14 am

OWN! Salamanda and WFG...exceptionally good stuff!Keep the thread going...you are all blessed with a skill you should put to use more often :think:
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